Sunday, 7 February 2016

Elizabeth's Rescues...Part 4 Zorro

When Frodo arrived Zorro came too.
Poor Zorro had been taken into the Turgutreis shelter at two years old and was still there eight years later. 
What keeps an animal's spirit up? In a word Volunteers, as there was precious little for him there. He was in a concrete pen with wire door, no blankets or toys allowed as the workers need to hose everyday and these things would get in the way. His outlook was a high white wall. One plus, he had a doggy friend in with him.

So to return to the dedicated volunteers, a couple had been walking Zorro twice a week and each time, in his excitement , he would pee on their boots! He also had a habit of splashing into any water bowl, bucket or puddle he could find. Other than that he was a perfect gentleman- or so they thought. 
But on leaving Turkey they promised the old guy they'd do everything to home him.

I had seen an advert for a tripod from Turgutreis who had been there for five years and  I successfully found him a home near me, but then I heard about Zorro. He had runny eyes, due to we thought inturned eyelashes, so a simple op would cure that. Surely he deserved a chance at a happy life in his old age.

So it was we set things in motion and the other  wonderful volunteers helped by taking him for his injections , bathing him, grooming him and just making him ready for his big day.

Robert and I went across for him, signed the papers and he, without hesitation, jumped into the car and sat in the back with me. Every now and then he'd take a sly peep at me and look as if to say- Well what took YOU so long!!!  We transferred him to the shelter Frodo was in where we knew he would have a chance to build himself up by feeding and running around. I also bought them a water tank- full as he continued his hobby of emptying any water utensil he could find.

So we waited for Frodo and Zorro and drove them up to rural Aberdeenshire. Zorro WAS the perfect gentleman they had promised, walking on the lead and never putting a foot wrong.
He was in the chalet with Frodo to recover from his journey, when he sought out the other dogs who were.............excuse the house!!!!! During the day we would stand gazing into the house and started to resent going back to the chalet at night. So he barked unceasingly for a day or two when we thought, poor soul, he would now be ok with the others. So that next night we had him in the conservatory. He barked and barked unceasingly. So the next night he was transferred to the kitchen- lovely and cosy, where he barked unceasingly. The next night he was put in our bedroom in his own blanket and we all slept!!!!! He has never moved out.

When he arrived he decided he was my official guardian and wherever I went he had to go too. Initially this also meant I had no privacy- even in the bathroom. If someone came to the door and got between me and him he would nip the offending person. Oh dear, so instead of running to the door to welcome people I ran to grab Zorro- or Zozz as he began to be called. 

You can take the dog from the street but not the street out of the dog !! So began, and still does to this day, a competition between us and him to have food out of reach. I am a retired teacher so I DO have eyes in the back of my head but........Bins were great- oh the mess I have cleared up over the years from the recycling. We just give him the packet now to lick, bite and tear as it saves us putting it in the bin then picking it up again as it has been licked, bitten or torn. He is the only dog we have ever had who has managed to take a cooling, roast chicken out of the slightly ajar oven door and run off with it. He has stolen raw herring and eaten one whole!!! Only to be sick after ten minutes and eat it again!!! If a cat is sick its a race to get there first- me with the mop or Zozz to lick it up- Yum!!!

Bless him. His eyes have cleared up without any op- starvation and hollowed eye sockets were to blame. He had a swollen throat at one point and I was devastated to be told it could be a tumour when after a week he mystified all our vets ( who still speak about the miracle dog) when it cleared up. As a Turkish vet once said, These street dogs are made of stone.

We have wildlife pools and Zozz has his splashing times still. He has realised there is no way he'll ever empty them so runs from one  end of the pool  to the other  splashing with a happy grin on his face.  I always say that if he ever has a heart attack it'll be playing and running at the pools with our three year old lab as they both think they are the same age -only ten years between them!!! 
Zozz is SO inspirational.  For all he suffered he has never looked back. He arrived here and thought- Right folks I've a lot of living to do so we'll get on with it. Bless his heart. 

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Wasting time

Last week while I was in Milas I called into my bank to get a small amount of English currency for my trip next week.

I took a numbered ticket from the machine....and waited...about 45 minutes, only to be informed by the cashier when it was my turn that they had no GBP in stock.  I have never experienced this before so I was quite surprised.   I asked if they could get some for me, but they said they weren't ordering anymore foreign currency at the moment.

I think this has something to do with the present government not wanting money to leave the country, but for goodness sake...I only wanted a small amount.

Today I popped into Milas for an appointment with my hairdresser at 9am. As usual a lovely wash, cut and blow dry, for which he charged me 10 lira...just over £2.   I always feel happy when I've had my hair done so decided I would brave the queues at the post office to see if I could get some currency there.

There was indeed a long queue which stretched out of the door, so to avoid wasting time I asked at the information desk if they had GBP in stock.  The answer was yes and I joined the queue.   Half an hour later when I reached the cashier I was informed they had none.  I was fuming.

I then went to HSBC bank and asked the security man to check if they had GBP, which he did.  He said they had some and would I take a ticket and queue.    35 minutes later the cashier asked how much I wanted and I told him.  He asked if I had an account with them and I said I didn't but my bank had no currency.  He said he was very sorry but they were only changing currency for their customers at the present time.   Aargh!

Next I went to  Akbank and a man with a "Manager" tag on his jacket was standing just inside the door.  I asked him if he had GBP in stock and he said yes.  I explained that my bank had none and showed him my debit card (which I don't think he looked at) and he told me to take a ticket and join the queue.

30 minutes later on reaching the cashier I produced my card and asked the cashier for the currency.  He said he couldn't accept my card as  I was not one of their customers.  I asked him to check with the manager as I had already spoken to him.   The manager came over and I showed him my card and he confirmed that it wouldn't be acceptable.   Clearly he had NOT looked at it or listened to me when I spoke to him before.    He said I should take money from an ATM, come back, take another ticket and join the queue.   By now I had smoke coming out of my ears and had had more than enough of queues.

Meanwhile Kaya had been trying to sort out our government health insurance.  I had been trying to pay our monthly subscription online but kept being informed there was no debt.  On checking this out it seems that our insurance had "run out"...and they had given us no all the paperwork has to be completed and submitted again.   Kaya has been there for the best part of today.

Finally, I thought I would pop into my own bank again on the off chance that they may just have some GBP after all.   I asked the security man to check and he said they had around £200 in stock.  So I took a ticket...and joined the queue...and waited.  It was coming up to lunchtime closing so I actually wondered if I would be served, but I was just in time.   It turned out that in fact they only had £70 in stock, so I took it anyway.

A whole morning wasted for £70.   I really can think of better ways to spend my time!

Elizabeth's rescues. Part 3...Frodo

This is my favourite one.  The patience involved and the time it took for Frodo to settle, brings tears to my eyes.

There is a hound dog in our house all day who is giggly, wiggly and a hooligan. He is red brown with a black muzzle and a whip of a tail. He is SO happy. But it wasn't always so............

When we were in Turkey we'd visit a dog shelter with a holdall of treats: blankets, knitted jumpers, chew sticks and balls. We would spend time cuddling the puppies and one family took our attention. Mum was a German pointer and she had three pups still with her when found. We named one of them Frodo. He was a shy, wary little man. His brother was bigger and braver, his sister a cutie who took after Mum. At a few months old they contacted a flea or tick based disease. The little girl died, the big brother fought it successfully but Frodo was very, very ill to the point we thought he was dying. With great skill the vet saved him and we decided to try and take him home here to Scotland. 

Whenever we were out in Turkey we'd visit and he became a shadowy figure: lurking behind sheds and his brother. Each time we were there he was worse, so at eighteen months at last he was cleared to come home.
 Robert and I drove from North Aberdeenshire to Folkestone in 2012, sitting in a huge , featureless barn of a place waiting for word of an arrival on UK soil. The White van arrived at midnight. All dogs and cats were cleared off it and joyfully picked up except one very scared , quivering individual, head hidden into the corner. I was told he'd been carried into the van at source, stayed in the cage all the way across Europe, and now , at destination, I decided to manhandle him out,( not a pretty sight but essential) hand him to Robert, get him into our jeep ( with Zorro- another story) and away. 

When I had taken Ruby ( see first rescue) to the vet I had told her , This is the first step on a long, long journey. This one was far greater. 

Frodo ( carried) and Zorro ( led) were together in our chalet in the garden. It had been a wonderfully warm and happy chalet when my mum and her little dog had spent their sunset years with us and now that Mum and Hansel, her little one, had passed on, we had a home from home for the Turkish pair where they could sleep, settle and recover from the journey.
Frodo went into a corner and stayed for six months. He came in November and saw nothing outside until April. He toileted on paper and ate heartily , thank goodness, but oh, the worry. 
I got my friend, the dog trainer in about January when I was seemingly making no headway with Frodo. We sat, coffee cup in hand and she said," Don't worry. It will happen. One day he will decide to come out and when he does - be prepared , as he will be the most loyal and loving dog ever. But DO NOT make eye contact. Leave him in his own space.!" I gulped - easier said than done. Your natural instinct is to cuddle and cajole. But why ask for help unless you are to follow the advice. 

In February I was asked to foster a beautiful hound-type bitch , so for company until I got her adopted, I put her in with Frodo. Did I mention he was unneutered? Oh the joy on his face and they played and played ( when no one was around. ) Frodo lay under a large table and this girlie was a jumper . So , one day, looking out of the window, she knocked the table over. Perfect . As I could now remove it knowing it had fallen without my assistance. She went to be adopted and Willie, our young lab, took over. Every morning in he would go to Frodo, " Still here! Come on out!" I though it might be a good idea to use Willie's friendship with Frodo, still without looking. 

So when Willie was sitting beside his pal, I would sit on the other side of Willie, petting him. Over the week, my arm gradually went over Willie's back , between Frodo and Willie , then on to scratch, fondle and pet Frodo. By now my need was as great as his to be touched. It worked. Daily we would have a threesome, gradually getting my arm across Willie until I was scratching ears and head. 

I also had the radio on all the day time and when washing his floor I would chat to him- not looking- about world affairs! I also bought kongs which I filled with tasty bits for him to while away what MUST have been boring hours. His door was always open- just in case! 
I was hanging out washing in April. Willie came running out of the chalet followed by Frodo! I stood stock still, not looking, not breathing as Frodo ran round the garden and back inside. Next day it happened again and he came up and sniffed my shoes, then out he came for longer and longer to play with the others and yes, he became fixated on me. Wherever I was, he was. My heart was singing. 

Every day he learnt something new. New noises, tastes, smells but always he had the open door and his den he could return to when things got a bit too much for him.
I walk the dogs every morning and one day , August now, he asked to come out. I just knew what he wanted. He wanted a walk. We have a wood at the bottom of the garden area so, with the others we went into it. He was SO proud of himself. Every day we went a tiny bit further. He would bark at passing cars- quite a rarity I may add- and try to peer through the fence at them. He is a giggler and every morning would bound out and wriggle, wiggle and giggle. 

It hasn't been plain sailing since then. He did "escape" with Toorki one day but came back after two horrendously long hours , nose to the ground , covering all the areas we walked. He clambers over wire fences. He cannot go through doorways unless I am standing there. No, Robert is not good enough!! So he is still unneutered and has not been back in the jeep BUT he is a house dog, at last in 2015, all day. In he comes, finds the best dog bed and quick as a flash, is in it before the others. He is a funny character who exudes happiness and well being and at Christmas met his first strangers at the house and went up for a clap. 

He has his brother Bilbo here now and I'm so glad I got Frodo on his own first, as I suspect he would just have followed Bilbo. But he had to make it on his own and has , very successfully and rather proudly, shown Bilbo the ropes! 

Saturday, 30 January 2016

Elizabeth's rescues. Part 2...Toorki

Ataturk. A big name for a big dog
And so it started........
As I have already mentioned, in 2011, we would foster a dog for a few weeks , until the adopter was ready. This dog came across Europe with Ruby. It became obvious very quickly that the new home was unsuitable and the people had been economical with the truth. Would we keep Peanut? 
For once, I was unsure but my husband was certain. We would and so we adopted this large Anatolian cross breed dog but changed his name from Peanut ( totally unsuitable ) to Ataturk - a big name for a big dog and ultimately Toorki. 
He had been saved from shooting, in a little village , for chasing hens and had landed up in boarding kennels in Bulgaria. He is a striking dog but had and still has many problems. 
He was remote from us. He made no eye contact . He was aloof and very much his own dog. I worried about him and brought in a dog trainer and got her opinion. She has a kindly, patient way with her and so we played games with a clicker and lumps of reward chicken. He loved the challenge and is a very intelligent dog but still would run off / away from us whenever he could. He hated walking on grass- a minor problem as we are surrounded by it and would tread carefully from one patio to the next. He hated having his collar held or neck touched . ( as most of our rescues do! What do they do to them? ) 
So it began . I have stood , my heart hammering in my chest , as I watched him mount fencing and go..........and I could see him running over fields and settling at a fence about a mile away just bordering a main road. What to do? Run for the jeep? Or hope he quickly returns. My imagination was working overtime. I eventually took Charlie, leaving our other lab and collie in our fields, and walked towards the white dot. He did return to Charlie but you are so desperate to grab him and tell hm off but , of course, you cannot, but tell him what a good boy he is for returning! I remember phoning my husband who was offshore and weeping into the phone about him whilst watching the fugitive- as though Robert could do anything. But I had to share my distress. That was only one of many " escapes"! He always came home. 
So he was ours for the forever , of course, ( never, ever would we give up on a dog) so we set about fencing. Our garden - and I use that term loosely now - as it is muddy, potholed and weedy - was already fenced with five foot wooden fences but we had a contractor in to add additional wire to our horses' fences and now have an area- no kidding- which is eight acres of dog proofing at the house. ( Frodo can still escape but that's for another day) I have sweated and cried about this dog Toorki. 
He is a big, sensitive soul. He brought up our young lab ( no kidding) and was his nanny enduring nips , tugs and sleeplessness from little Willie! He still lets him off with murder! Such a good dog in so many ways.
So with much, much love and patience we now have an outstanding , loveable rogue. He gets a lead walk daily. Let him loose in the field now and he sits looking into the far distance. He would be a dog who walked with sheep and guard, barking if he saw anything worrying. He barks at crows and buzzards and only yesterday I went to see what the commotion was and he was barking at a piece of plastic hanging high up in our wood. If I take him into the field with the rest he comes home and nags for his "walk"! So we oblige. He absolutely adores people. All visitors get the Toorki treatment - kisses, friendship, lying at your feet- or on you if he can! - and love. 
But at one time I almost despaired of ever having anything like this and only Robert's encouragement would lift my spirits some days. "It will get better". People who see him would not believe it! But I tell you he's been hard work!!!! But so, so, so worth it! 
Toorki chatting up the girls!
Toorki having a laugh
Toorkie playing with Willie who he brought up
Sorry Mum!
Toorki shows his heart

Elizabeth's rescues. Part 1...A Turkish cat

I often read about dogs and cats being rescued in Turkey and being transported to new homes in Europe and it's great to see the "happy ever after" stories.

My dear friend Elizabeth has rescued four dogs and a cat from Turkey, and this blog post is the first part of their story.  In Elizabeth's own words.

Princess Ruby of Didim

Linda has asked me to tell you about my Turkish cat and dogs. She thought you may like to hear how it happened that we have them, and what we have learned . 
Well it all began with a rather dirty, greasy coated " white " and tabby cat with a seriously matted fur, who seemed to be rather bossy around other cats. We were across in Turkey in February 2011 for a week to open up the house after winter. This cheeky , little cat seemed to have quite a personality and decided to stay that week with us sitting on our knees whilst I combed and combed to see if we could whiten her up. 

At the end of the week she looked beautiful and my husband, we still don't know why, called her Princess. 
We feed when we're across if neighbours are already doing so - if not we leave food daily at the rubbish bins. So we left dry food for our neighbours to carry on feeding when we left.

Going back in April we wondered if Princess would appear. The others did, then by the end of the week she appeared, rather surprised to see us back, still beautifully clean, and stayed.

We were sitting outside , Princess on my husband's knees, discussing our Ruby wedding that year.  Well what would you like? he asked, becoming rather exasperated at my lack of ideas when I said,  Her! 

We had, many years ago, taken a cat from Saudi Arabia so we knew it could be done. But we were leaving in two days so we got started planning, found a vet, discussed neutering with him and by an amazing coincidence, found a lady taking 20 plus cats to Bulgaria and then home to UK.   With help from another involved in animal rescue, and with us covering the financial costs, they would make sure Princess was ready to go home with injections etc. before they left.  Once in Bulgaria we had a call asking if we wanted to fast track her across in a van with other animals. 

We agreed and that September our young neighbour went to pick her up in Yorkshire.  We'd had a call about a rather big  Anatolian - cross dog  who was on the van, and had been adopted by people in Dundee who weren't ready for him. Would we foster for a few weeks? So our neighbour arrived with a big cat box and Princess - who was now, in view of her rather important place in our hearts- Princess Ruby, and a rather large white and tan dog called Peanut! His story is next week!

Princess Ruby was taken to the vet the next day and to our dismay she had been hit rather badly on her left jaw which would account for her lack of grooming in February and all her broken teeth on the left side were removed. Poor soul.

She is rather haughty now and tells huge porkers about being Princess Ruby of Didim and living in the Sultan's Palace- ah well!

 We have three other cats and six dogs and she rules with a rod of iron , but never goes out. She nags and nags each morning for her particular grasses which I pluck, still  in my dressing gown,  and was rather fat initially until, realising there would be food always available,  settling into a proper shape. She is a joy and a living present. She cuddles into my arms every night and purrs and purrs. 

We have always had dogs and cats in our house and because the cats have confidence, the dogs seem to acknowledge this and we've never had problems. They all live together quite amicably , apart from Ruby's attacks coming down the stairs! But it is all light hearted . 

Saturday, 23 January 2016

Is there such a thing as a free lunch?

Well it would seem so.  

Although the circumstances surrounding a free lunch can be rather sad.

When someone dies here, people come together 40 days after the death to commemorate the deceased.  They pray and then sit down to a meal together.

This village has a large elderly population and sadly we have calls from the mosque announcing a death several times a week throughout the year.

This past week Kaya has attended two 40-day meals in the village and has another one to go to tomorrow.

Sometimes lokma is cooked too.  These are delicious little dough balls which are deep fried and drenched in syrup.  I absolutely love them and it has been known for Kaya to discreetly bring me a doggy bag of them.

There were none at yesterday's meal and it's probably a little heartless of me to hope that there may be some tomorrow.  But if I receive some, I will enjoy them and give a thought to the deceased and hope they are resting in peace.

Friday, 15 January 2016

Facebook Updates on Patch

Early yesterday:

Two days of searching in the village and then following a report from someone, a search of Milas where it was believed she was taken.
It would seem that she didn't remain in Milas, and is possibly now in Mumcular.
Kaya is investigating, and as soon as we have more news I'll let you know.

Later in the day:

We have now discovered the full story. A man who works in Milas but visits our village every day to give a lift to a friend, saw the pup the other day. He apparently asked around to see if she belonged to anyone and having established she didn't, decided to take her to work with him, and later to his home.
Kaya managed to get the man's phone number and spoke to him. He lives with his family in Mumcular. His wife has been ill and this little dog has really helped to make her feel better. She adores dogs as do the rest of the family. Patch was checked over by a vet, flea and worm treated and vaccinated. AND the best news is that she is living IN their house with them. Those of you who live here will know that this isn't usual for Turkish people.
The man's first reaction on hearing from Kaya was "oh please don't take her away from us, we love her". That was good enough for us.

He has promised to send us photos and we are satisfied that she now has a good home. RESULT !!!

And finally:

Patch in her new home. Photos sent by new "mum" 

And a few words about what is necessary to safeguard a dog:

I'll let you into a secret. Over the past week while searching for Patch, Kaya told people she was "our" dog. There was a good reason for this. We had no idea who had taken her. Several people thought they knew. One said she was still in the village somewhere and being kept on a chain.
We were so anxious about making sure she was ok and anyone who lives here knows that you can't just go in and take a dog if it belongs to someone else. So the only way we would be able to rescue her if she wasn't safe was to let people think she was ours.
So when he found the number of the new owner he said that he believed they had "our" dog. After establishing that she was indeed in a good and loving home, he "agreed" that they could keep her.
When rescuing dogs, sometimes we have to lie for the sake of the dog.

Thursday, 14 January 2016

That didn't last long.....

...just two weeks.   It seems that I am finding it more difficult than anticipated to give up blogging.

OK I still don't seem to be managing my time better, but it feels like something is missing.

Something happens, or a thought pops into my head, and I immediately think "I'll blog about that" but then I remember that I've stopped blogging.   I've had many thoughts this past week, but unless I write them down they are forgotten.

Maybe those of you who have kept daily diaries would understand this.  It's kind of like having a close friend that you confide in, and they suddenly disappear and you find you have no-one to talk to.

Winter here can be depressing.  Apart from looking after dogs and cats, there is little else happening. The only time I get out of this village is to go shopping in Milas and to stock up with dog food or visits to the vet.   Kaya has done a fair amount of work in the house and garden but he is now bored so spends his free time in the teahouse.

Although I prefer to live here than the tourist areas where we have previously lived, I do miss having people to talk to.  I have nothing in common with the village women.  They spend their days drinking tea in each others houses and gossiping.  It's not for me.   Thank goodness for my dogs and the internet.

So that's all a bit gloomy isn't it?  But I've written it down, and I find that once I get it off my chest I start to feel a whole lot better.

Just a few updates from my Facebook page.

This little dog was spotted in the village last week and then disappeared.

We have searched extensively and she (yes someone told us it was a girl) is nowhere to be found.  I posted her photo on my page in the hope that, if found, someone might give her a home, but we all know how difficult it is to find homes for dogs here.  The latest information is that someone in Milas, who frequently comes to the village, has taken her.   It's hoped that Kaya can find this person today and try to establish whether this dog...we call safe and well cared for.

We are continuing to provide food for the men feeding the dogs at the sanayi, and dropping off sacks every week.  We are getting through a lot of food at the moment, so as always donations are always needed, no matter how small.  We spotted Nancy who we placed at the sanayi last year.  The four Bodrum pups continue to thrive, and we saw one of them at the same time as Nancy.

One of the Bodrum pups

The dog who had the tumour which was removed by our vet, continues to thrive and is being well looked after by the Muhtar and his wife.   We paid for the operation and vaccinations thanks to donations, and we treated for fleas and worms.

On our search of the village for Patch, we saw a dog that we haven't seen since last summer.  We fed him but he looks fairly healthy, if a little thin.  We are sure he is being fed but Kaya is trying to find out by whom, so that we can help with food, and also flea and worm treatments.

The village spreads over a wide area with a population in excess of 3,000.  It's a maze of small lanes and we still get lost even after 8 years, so it's easy to lose track of dogs that aren't brave enough to venture into the centre of the village.   We aim to cover most of  the area in the coming days and weeks to see if there are any other dogs in need, and to try to find people to feed them.

The cat house is still in use.  I spotted Button yesterday and am sure she is pregnant but can't get close enough to her or any of the cats...they keep their distance because of the dogs barking.  But they are eating well, and I think they go into the cathouse late at night when it's dark.

On a happier note, in four weeks time I will be going to the UK to visit my daughter and grandsons.  I usually try to get over to spend their birthdays with them in April, but Kaya is due to start work around the middle of March, so I need to be here to look after the dogs.

Well...I guess I'm back to blogging again!

Saturday, 2 January 2016


I have made a decision to stop blogging.   So this will be my last post.

I started this blog in March 2009.   I've published 1178 posts in that time, and gathered a lot of followers and now good friends along the way.  Surprisingly I have received awards for my blog and had it listed amongst Turkey Travel Blog's top ten Turkey blogs.  Unexpected but very flattering.

It was always a personal thing for me.  I used to keep a journal in exercise books when I moved to Turkey nearly 18 years ago, but sadly these were lost during one of our many moves.  The blog kind of replaced them.  

It started out as an almost daily record of my life in this country, interspersed with other irrelevant topics, and  for years I found the whole exercise very therapeutic.  I enjoy writing and the blog has been a way to get things off my chest.  There is a link to my journey in Turkey and all the places we have lived which you can read by clicking this LINK

Gradually the blog became more and more about my work with street animals.  I tried to keep it separate from the main blog by opening another page in January 2014 after we had started feeding the dogs at the sanayi (industrial estate) on the main road out of our village.   I stopped recording on that page in August 2014 and continued to write about our work on the main blog.  The page is still there and I find it useful to dip into it from time to time.  You can see it if you click on the title at the top of the blog "Rescued /Street Dog Feeding and Care Programme".

I now have a Facebook page entitled Ayak's Animal Welfare, the link to which can be found at the bottom of this post and also on the sidebar of this blog.  The Facebook page has really taken over from blogging and I simply don't have enough time to update on there and on my blog.  If you haven't already joined, please do.  I'll be very happy to welcome you there.  It is a Closed Group under my control, so that it can continue to be a pleasant group of people, with no negativity.

Apologies to those of you who don't use Facebook, but I hope you will understand that my time is limited and I have started the new year by trying to manage my time a little better.  I have a huge "to-do" list and I'm afraid not everything will get done if I don't let some things go.

If in the future I find myself with spare time (some hope!) I'll come back to my blog, but in the meantime, thankyou to all of you who have followed me and your words of support and encouragement.

Happy New Year from me, Kaya and all the dogs and cats xxx


Tuesday, 29 December 2015

UPDATES for my non-Facebook users

It's been a sad few days on the Bodrum peninsular.  This was my post on Sunday:

Poisoning of animals ..dogs and some cats...happened yesterday in Yalikavak. As many as 15, but figures are yet to be confirmed. The police have been informed and an investigation is taking place.
A similar incident took place this time last year in Yalikavak, and also in our village. We all know how difficult it is to find the perpetrator of these murders, but someone must know something.
Please be vigilant with the animals you feed and care for all over the Bodrum peninsular. Watch out for any suspicious behaviour. We have to do what we can to protect our street animals.
In the meantime my thoughts are with all the lovely volunteers who care for the animals in Yalikavak. It's devastating and I feel your sorrow xx

By yesterday the story had reached the national press:

20 DOGS KILLED BY POISON İN WESTERN TURKEY.  Link to the report from Hurriyet HERE

A petition has been started and we need to get as many signatures as possible in the hope that some action will be taken.  This is happening far too often all over Turkey and to kill dogs is against the law here.  Sadly it is not taken seriously enough and there is often no justice for these innocent and harmless animals.

If you would like to sign the petition, you will find the link if you click HERE


And another dog rescued today in our village:

Kaya saw this dog today while he was in the village and noticed a large growth around the genital area. He followed the dog but couldn't get near enough to get hold of him. So he drove into Milas to get a sedative from our Vet.
After some coaxing and with the help of the Muhtar he managed to sedate him and return to the Vet.
The dog is about 5 years old. We've not seen him before so assume this is another one dumped.
The growth is a tumour. Our Vet has seen similar cases and is certain its cancer. He is operating on him now. Obviously he will be neutered at the same time and we hope that the tumour will be removed successfully. He will also be vaccinated and any other necessary treatment given.
We will cover all costs.
The Muhtar's wife had already tried to feed him earlier today and she has offered to take him in. We will help with anything that they need and will give them a sack of food to get started.
At last we are getting through to people here. They see what we do and are willing to help.
Fingers crossed for him please


Operation was successful and the growth removed. He is now sleeping off the anaesthetic.
It was decided not to neuter at the same time so he still has his collybobbles (as Kaya calls them). This can be done later when he has recovered. He has been vaccinated and he has antibiotics. The Muhtar and his wife have made a warm safe place for him and Kaya will take him there later.
We will check on him every day to make sure he is recovering well.